I Miss You the Most in the Autumn

When Autumn Leave start to fall,
persimmon yellow, red and gold most of all.
A silent Autumn breeze beckons the colorful leaves, and upon
the face of Mother Earth, one by one they gently fall.

In the placid skies, Northern geese slowly wing Southward
towards their winter home, as they honk their lonely call.
A Meadow lark sings an early warning; "Winter is coming.
Winter is coming, be prepared one and all."

The Daffodils begin to fade as summer takes its last curtain call.
Cool evenings, and the harvest moon is riding high, casting
strange, dancing shadows on the garden wall.

The golden harvest is ready in the fields and the cinnamon
laden aroma of fresh baked apple pie lingers in the Autumn air.
Faint sounds of children laughing and carnival music drifts
from the county Fair.

Melancholy am I, as another year begins to wave good-bye.
Autumn leaves drifting like colorful feathers from the late Autumn sky.
I never had the chance to kiss you or say good-bye.
And as the days grow shorter…
"I miss you most of all my Darling, when Autumn leaves start to fall."